Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Caught

The weather tonight calls for a steep temperature drop, and the cats are freaking out, running around the house and generally wreaking havoc.

I settle in to write, and they circle the chair like sleek, furry sharks. One butts her head against my leg while the other chirps plaintively and hip checks the chair leg until I pick her up, and she immediately settles into my lap, all tension gone, closes her eyes, and begins to purr, just as Katie comes around the corner.

“Oh, excuse me,” she says, seeing them draped all over me, and one of the cats, hearing her voice, digs its claws into my leg.


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